Werewolf hunting rules

It seemed that these Salvation Army soldiers were finally leaving. Clayton breathed a sigh of relief and became more tolerant of Hyde.

"How about this? I'll go to Mr. Schmidt's house with you later to see what information he has left."

Hyde didn't understand his intention: "We have looked for it and found nothing."

"Then look for it again," Clayton told him.

After taking some time to eat, Clayton went out to join Hyde.

Around dusk, he walked into the house of old hunter Schmidt for the second time.

There was no other difference between this place and the last time he came here. Many of the furnishings were still in their places, and there were no signs of intrusion by outsiders.

There were other hunter apprentices in the room, but there was only one. Apparently he was not waiting for them, but for Schmidt. After he saw Hyde and Clayton arriving, he did not stay any longer and said a few words to Hyde. The words left.

Schmidt was gone, but the patrols from dusk to night had to continue. They, the apprentices, received supplies from the villagers during the hunting break and were obliged to guard against the monster's next attack.

When there were only two people left in the room, Clayton took a deeper look at the smell.

Hyde and the other apprentices have keys to the Schmidt house because they often work together, but except for their own apprentices, it is closed to everyone else, including women. Clayton is in his home I didn't see any feminine products, and there was no scent of perfume left.

He has not yet married a wife in his fifties and sixties, which is one of the reasons why Clayton is unwilling to take Donna to communicate with him more.

A man at such an old age is still living alone and has no lover. If this is not a physical problem, then his psychology is probably different from ordinary people.

"Have you found any clues?" Hyde asked.

Clayton pretended to reach out and stir the wine bottles and knives on the table, pretending that he was really checking the place like a detective.

"Nothing special. Everything is normal. There is no blood or bullet holes. He should have walked out of the room on his own."

The werewolf's nose twitched, distinguishing the smell in the room. Fortunately, no one had smoked here recently, so the smell here was still distinct and would not be covered by stronger smells.

"Did anyone see anyone visiting this house during the day?"

"No, we asked people nearby." Hyde sighed.

Schmidt disappeared so completely that his instincts worried him and the other apprentices.

The old man was both their teacher and the best hunter in Gevo. If the lord was still there, Schmidt would definitely be awarded the position of "Black Bow". If something unexpected happened to him, Hyde really didn't know what to do. to deal with that potential threat.

Seeing his worried look, Clayton paused, turned around, passed him, and walked toward the stairs.

"Then let's go, let's go find your teacher's 'city helper'."

Hyde watched the antique dealer turn back, and he had to follow him, but he was still a little confused about his intention: "I also asked those people, and they said they had never seen the teacher, and because of some concerns before, they They never take the initiative to visit teachers, Teacher Schmidt goes to them.”

Clayton put on his hat and opened the door. The cold wind poured in from the outside. He looked back at Hyde with a very determined look on his face.

"That means they lied."

The smell here doesn't fool anyone, at least not a werewolf.

Former warrant officer, now new grave robber - Winston Jean Stewart has been here.

I don’t know how much time has passed since the grave robbers from “Easter Island” visited Schmidt. There are only remnants of them in the house with the doors and windows closed. On the street where the cold wind blows, there is no trace of their scent left.

However, both Clayton and Hyde knew where the group of tomb robbers lived, and they went directly to visit according to the address.

However, they arrived a step late and there was no one in the room.

After knocking on the door, the person who came out to receive them was the temporary landlord of the tomb robber. He was very surprised to see the new visitor. Clayton had appeared in many public places before and was considered one of the most famous outsiders this month. The reason why One reason is that there is a pair of ugly and outrageous masters and servants in the town.

"Do you want to rent here? I guarantee that this place is much safer than a hotel. Little Perun is a good guy, but his self-defense equipment is only a sword, which can't protect anyone. And I have two shotguns here."

"no thank you."

Clayton refused him bluntly: "Where are the two men who lived here before?"

"They left in the afternoon, maybe..." The landlord was a little confused when he said this, and stopped talking.

The two men took all the luggage with them when they left. It seemed that they were leaving Jevo, but except for the mounts of the new gunmen, there seemed to be no other horses or donkeys and mules to drive around in the town. They only relied on two Where can a leg go?

Clayton understood everything just by looking at him.

"Did anyone come here to look for them before they left?"

"Perun's new tenants, the people who live next to you."

"Did you hear what they said?"

The landlord shook his head: "How dare I get close? They don't look easy to mess with. Who knows if they are gang members."

This is strange. Clayton can't imagine the reason for the Salvation Army to find the tomb robbers. They should have left early. Could it be that someone recognized Winston? That guy had served in a different place than him before, maybe he had an old acquaintance in the Salvation Army.

The Salvation Army visited Winston, and then Winston asked Schmidt to go out, and then Schmidt disappeared - these steps may not be related. Although Clayton was suspicious, there was no evidence to prove that the Salvation Army military and Schmidt's disappearance.

Because no matter which way you think about it, there is no reason for Schmidt and the Salvation Army to intersect.

The Salvation Army wants to leave Gevo as soon as possible. It is a complete waste of time to communicate with Schmidt. And Schmidt wants to secretly dig for treasures. Of course, it is impossible to try to establish a cooperative relationship with the Salvation Army. There are too many outsiders, and Armed, even if Schmidt had local advantages, it was impossible to completely subdue them. After digging out the treasure, he would have to give up more benefits, which he could not accept.

Besides, Schmidt had always been wary of the existence of the Salvation Army.

So where did this old man go?

Ian Lazarus prostrated himself by the river, his head sinking into the water, and he used all his strength to suck the flowing clear liquid into his mouth.

His clothes were stained with mud and the original color was no longer visible.

His blond hair, which had been neatly taken care of, was messy and spread out, but he could no longer care about tidying up his appearance. Suppressing the flames in his body was his top priority now.

It took a full twenty seconds before he pulled his head out of the water. His eyes were confused, but he didn't pant violently because of the previous breath-holding. He was frighteningly calm - as if he no longer needed to breathe.

However, he didn't realize this yet, and he buried his head in the water again after a few seconds.

Not enough, still not enough.

No matter how much water he drank, he could not quell the thirst deep in his throat. It was as if there was a fire burning there. Every drop of water he drank was evaporated before it could pass through the esophagus. His body was suffering from this strange phenomenon. It was dry and cracked. Even drinking a lot of cold river water could only extinguish the flame for a few moments.

After only a few seconds, he had to bury his head again and moisten his throat with river water to relieve his twisted hunger.

As he sipped more vigorously, some transparent water droplets seeped out from his skin, turning the originally dirty clothes into damp and sticky. The combined volume of those water droplets was probably the same as his Drinking water matches.

He was no longer allowed to drink water to sustain himself.

When Ian realized this, he endured the pain and left the river. He could not waste time here.

But similarly, he couldn't remember what he was going to do. What were the things that he needed to complete immediately and couldn't delay here?

Back to a nearby town?

Ian didn't know if this was his original goal, because his memory was fragmented, and the information he thought of every moment was reversed and repeated. He couldn't tell when these memories were created, but the idea was deeply ingrained. It seems that he made the decision not long ago.

Other than that, he had no recollection of why he was in the forest. My throat was terribly thirsty and my stomach was terribly hungry.

"Am I sick?" he asked himself. The symptoms seemed like some serious fever.

The physical discomfort reminded him of some episodes of illness in the past, but when those episodes occurred, he was always lying on his bed, and at worst, he was indoors, not in a forest.

He had the idea of ​​returning to the river to check his appearance with the water, but he quickly suppressed it.

Ian gave up thinking and walked on the forest path, following the traces of human passing. He believed that he would reach the end and find his companions.

After an unknown amount of time, he stopped again and rested while holding on to the tree next to him.

It was said that he was resting, but he did not feel that his stay had restored his physical strength. His instinct told him that this body did not need rest at the moment, but that it was missing something. As long as he found what his body was missing, he could recover again. energy.

"Is it food?"

Ian couldn't help but touch the corners of his mouth. The skin there was cracked and had a rough feel.

At the same time, the endless thirst made him cast his eyes towards the sparkling river again. After all, he could not resist the temptation and started to move his legs again.

Ian returned to the river and lay down, taking a sip of water in his mouth.

This position made his face parallel to the water, so he could check his complexion. He looked intently into the water, but his own reflection was extremely blurry in the swaying water. He waited for a while, but did not wait for his reflection in the water to become clear, so he had to stand up in disappointment and return to the forest path.

He couldn't remember when he woke up. It seemed to be a long time ago, at least a few hours ago, but he kept seeing red and yellow light in his field of vision, as if time had frozen at dusk. time.

However, as he continued on his journey, the sky gradually darkened.

Ian can no longer see anything, but he can still feel the changes in the surrounding environment inexplicably, such as a tree, a stone, and an ups and downs. He can distinguish these obstacles without using his eyes, and can bypass or cross them neatly. His mind was still groggy, far less agile than his body movements.

Some tiny lights moved rapidly across the sky, they flickered, but Ian knew they were not stars.

As these points of light passed by, Ian heard the sound of birds chirping.

He didn't know what was going on, but he licked his lips instinctively, and a thought flashed through his mind: "It would be great if I could shoot a bird to eat, and maybe make a fire to heat it. But if there is no If I take this step, maybe I can fill my belly faster.”

As this idea came to his mind, he touched his chest, and those guns that were more familiar than the memory fragments immediately made him feel at ease.

He held the handle of the gun at the position in his memory and took off the two pistols from the laces on his chest, but the light spots quickly scattered in all directions, and a heavy, chaotic sound came from the other side of the road, startling them to disperse. These little creatures.

Ian saw two huge red lights floating from the end of his field of vision, warm and moving.

"What is that?" he thought blankly, his Adam's apple rolling up and down once.

He had never heard of this sight, but the red light exuded a fragrance that aroused his appetite in a more intense way, more tempting than those light spots in the sky. Maybe it was a new kind of food.

The red light stopped in front of him, and he heard some vague sounds, which seemed to be questions or requests, but he couldn't hear it more clearly, as if he was still sinking his head under the water and someone was talking to him on the shore. Same.

But how could it be human? How could a person look like this?

Ian was stunned. He wanted to think further, but a heat surged through his body, urging him to attack.

He was really hungry and thirsty and had to find a way to satisfy himself. Thinking was a drag on this hunting opportunity, so Ian stopped thinking about it and raised his gun at the two red lights, but the gunfire came faster than he expected.

Peng!

Holding a shotgun, Winston Jean Stewart and his only remaining tomb robber companion, Fordai, watched the strange man with a will-o'-the-wisp green light fall down.

In the dark night, the light of the torch illuminated two faces covered with sweat.

"Hurry up, it must not be dead yet." He took back his torch from Fudai's hand and quickened his pace to bypass this section of the road.

Just as he said, the human body was struggling on the ground and seemed to want to stand up, but the shot just now broke its legs and it was impossible for it to catch up.

"I still have bullets."

Fukudai followed him, looked back tremblingly, and took out his pistol again.

"Stop shooting!" Winston shouted.

The shot just now had exposed their position in the forest. If they continued to shoot, they might attract some other monsters.